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Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Shrouded In Forgotten Mists


the history of shamanism
is shrouded in forgotten mists
in past unreachable depths

we cannot scientifically
prove only rare mist hints
archaeological finds surface

to provide intriguing memory
insights into ancient knowledge
this consuming contemporary

world unrelenting has
long since forgotten
in error ceases to value


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Split image from the poem 'The History Of Shamanism' by Terence George Craddock.
Written in reply to questions on Shamanism, asked by the Poet and English Lecturer, Mohammad Jahoorul Islam.

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